Brewed in St. James Gate, Dublin Ireland. Established in 1759 which makes it even older than my old buddy Farmer Steve. Guinness Draught Stout. The one and only. The iconic, classic, draught.
This is the one I saved for St. Patrick’s Day. I chilled a special stout glass my son had given me as a gift for beer tasting. In case there is any doubt, the words on the can confirm to serve cold.
This tasting was somewhat ceremonial as I wanted to pay homage to St. Patrick properly.
Perfect pour. A creamy liquid that morphed into a tan head and nice dark body, but not too dark. It made me think for a minute that I had a future in bartending.
And the taste is unlike any other beer that I have ever tasted. Liquid velvet. Smoother than smooth on smooth. That smooth? No smoother. Not bold but just a touch of bitter underneath the smooth that stays the whole quaff to remind you that you are in fact drinking beer. It is still amazing to me that they were able to capture this magic in a can.
No description in words does this beer justice. It has earned its lofty reputation. All I can say is if you haven’t tried a Guinness Draught Stout don’t wait until next St. Patrick’s day to try one.
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